Walking through the graveyard you see people that will never exist on this earth

Ever again

You see their names

The years they were here

But that’s all you’ll ever know

You can’t talk to them

You can’t _know _them

But as I’m walking through the lives of the forever unknown

I create their stories in my mind

I see them dancing in parties

Baking up cakes

Loving their loved ones

Singing their heart out on a stage

I create a new life for them

And In these moments when I’m looking at their names and ages

I realize

Even the dead tell stories